Sentence Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

“Amani, Luna of the Eclipse Star pack, you have been sentenced to death for treason, murder, and witchcraft.” The crowd roared again, a hideous, bloodthirsty sound. My stomach clenched, but I felt nothing but a numb emptiness inside. The verdict was final. My fate was sealed. The Elder raised his hand and silenced everyone with a single gesture. “Alpha Vance,” he commanded, his voice echoing across the square, “carry out the sentence.” Vance stepped forward, his face a stony, unreadable mask. He moved with that same predatory grace I had once admired. His gaze was fixed somewhere behind me, distant and indifferent, as if I were no longer there.

“And what of Renz? That boy has been breathing too long. You know as well as I do—he cost us more than anyone else ever has. Her words were blunt. I let them sit a second, then stood. The room felt colder. I walked toward her and lowered my voice. “Do you think Renz will go down easy?” I asked. “He’s dangerous. Men like him don’t just die quietly. They fight back.” She didn’t answer. Her face showed she was both afraid and sure. I poured a glass of red wine and held it up. “He won’t vanish. He will hurt. He will watch what he loves burn. Only then will I crush him. Piece… by piece.” I drank slowly, watching her. “To vengeance,” I murmured. “The only thing in this world worth surviving for.”

No second chances. The wind howled outside the hangar rattling the metal walls. Vance hesitated his eyes flicking toward the shadows as if hoping for rescue that would never come. Damien waited motionless his presence alone enough to break the man. I remembered every betrayal. The false protection in the bunker. The poisoned pacifier. The ambushes in the snow. This moment felt like justice long overdue. Vance had played god with our lives. Now he faced the consequences.

I blink and jerk my head. I'd probably have a concussion. But whatever this man is about to say better be important. "He was murdered." "Yeah, no shit. It was a bullet wound." Even as I say the words, the pang of pain cuts sharp in my heart and I squeeze his collar even tighter. "We know who did it." With lightning speed, I pull my knife from my pocket with one hand and place it by the sliver of skin on his neck that the mask leaves open. I let the sharp knife graze his skin, drawing red in its wake.

We were supposed to be friends… Nothing more. “What is your next move, now that you have her back?” Eden asked. “I’m going to avenge her. Those people who hurt her… they won’t go unpunished.” Damon’s response came low and cold, filled with vengeance. “It’s a pity her father is already dead, I would’ve made his life ten times worse. But the rest of them will pay.” he said, his voice dark with promise. “How will you do that? They’re under your rule.” Eden asked.

“How did you get..” “How did I get out of prison?!” He cut in. “I had to get my revenge” My whole body trembled. “Revenge for what?” “You put me in prison!”He yelled in anger. “Because you tried to kill me!” I yelled back. “Shut it!” She snapped, pressing a knife against my stomach. “Please” I gasped. “You have to die for what you did! You tricked me, You tricked me!” “Vanessa!” I heard Damiens voice yell.

She had done it for Theodora and for just like that she had been a victim of her product. “I don't pity you, you've killed more and made others crazy for no reason. Since they will be coming back soon, you will have to look after yourself from the moment you step out of here. You shall no longer be ours to worry and our problem, from then henceforth.'' Alex sighed standing up and dusting his pants. He felt lighter and was ready to face reality yet again. “Those who live by the sword shall die by the sword”

Each of them had pursued their own selfish desires, yet all they ended up with was nothing. I confronted my mother one last time, asking how it felt to dote on a daughter who was nothing more than evidence of her husband's infidelity. If only she had treated me with kindness, I might have cared for her in her old age. But greed and selfishness clouded her judgment, leaving her to reap the bitter fruits of her actions. After the law served justice for their crimes, I exacted revenge for the pain they had inflicted on me in my past life. It took twenty years to complete this vendetta, but now, my future was bright and unburdened.

Not yet. Vengeance.

Then “They became something else.” Lucien’s eyes darkened. “Something like what?” Her gaze held his. Unflinching. “Something that doesn’t forget.” Silence filled the room. Heavy. Cold. Revenge. That’s what she meant. “And now they’re here,” Lucien said. “Yes.” “And they’re killing inside my territory.” “Yes.” Another step closer. Closing the distance. “And they’re connected to you.” This time She didn’t answer. That was answer enough. Lucien exhaled slowly.